58
AESCHYLUS
vv. 1295–1307.
Leader.
O full of sorrows, full of wisdom great,
Woman, thy speech is a long anguish; yet,
Knowing thy doom, why walkst thou with clear eyes,
Like some god-blinded beast, to sacrifice?
Cassandra.
There is no escape, friends; only vain delay.
Leader.
Is not the later still the sweeter day?
Cassandra.
The day is come. Small profit now to fly.
Leader.
Through all thy griefs, Woman, thy heart is high.
Cassandra.
Alas! None that is happy hears that praise.
Leader.
Are not the brave dead blest in after days?
Cassandra.
O Father! O my brethren brave, I come!
[She moves towards the House, but recoils shuddering.
Leader.
What frights thee? What is that thou startest from?
Cassandra.
Ah, faugh! Faugh!
